Making Up

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We hadn't talked since we got into that big fight about me calling The Editor, and were finally on the phone.

"I need to let you make your own decisions," she continued. "And not yell at you when I don't agree with them."

"And I shouldn't have said what I said about you making bad guy choices."

"It's okay," she said. "I have historically made bad guy choices. And you were right to call me on it. I was being a hypocrite. Also, I had no right to say what I did about Meg."

"It's okay," I said.

"No it's not. You having a new close friend is hard for me. I guess I'm jealous. And I hate that I turned that around on her."

"Well, you're forgiven, okay? Man, I really wish you were here right now so I could give you a post-fight hug and then go out for margaritas."

"Me too," she said. "So what's up on the Brad front?"

I explained that I'd been avoiding him at work: eating lunch at weird times or with Meg, IMing him for work-related issues rather than talking to him in person, acting like I'm way busier than I actually am so I don't have time to chat. Sarah didn't say much in response.

"Okay, fine," she said, finally. "You know you can't keep this up. There's no way he hasn't noticed, and, I mean, it's Brad. If there's one thing he loves, it's calling you on your b.s. He's going to at some point."

She was right, of course. I love how we got into a fight, made up, and then she resumed scolding me. That's not my sarcasm, either. I really do love it. It's the way it's always been. I remember one time in college, I was super-crazy-out of-hand in love with this guy named Jay. The problem? Jay was not super-crazy-out-of-and in love with me. Sarah gave me a stern talking to about throwing myself at him, which I was basically doing. We got into a huge fight and didn't talk for three days, which was pretty funny considering we were roommates. During that time, I made out with Jay. After that, Sarah and I apologized to each other and made up. As soon as I told her I'd made out with Jay, she immediately started yelling at me about what a dirtbag he was, and she couldn't believe I'd done that. See? This is tradition, and you can't mess with tradition.

I really, really miss her. Fighting and making up with her long-distance isn't nearly as entertaining as it is when she and I can go to the pub afterward and smack-talk each other while we play darts. Sigh. Maybe I should move to L.A.